Monsters and other gremlins

He stared out of the car window with empty black eyes.

He thumped a beat with ashen fingernails on the glass

Though his gaze was vacant, his mind was absorbed,

studying his subject, calculating his next move.

He wondered when she would stop driving

And running and scattering herself to the wind.

If his aim was true he would defeat her by morning.

And if not then she should know he was legion,

he was not alone and there were a multitude of others

to take his place at her side. 

 He wondered why she bothered

and when she would realize his efforts could not be squelched.

He had been alive for countless years and his victories

were myriad.  And yet she continued to run from him,

believing his horrific countenance made him a monster

of the worst kind. His pallid skin covered with odd

protuberances and inflamed boils frightened many away.  

Somehow he thought she would be different,

more understanding, more accepting but no…

She too ran away instead of embracing what

he had to offer her. As he contemplated her fate

and what must come next, she drove off the road

hurtling the car into a deep ravine.

 As he climbed out of the shattered car and stumbled

 through the broken glass and twisted metal he chuckled 

 in a deep raspy voice and watched the sun slide slowly

 behind the horizon.